“Have you been writing?”
As annoying as it is, I’m always grateful when Allan or Yasmein ask me that.
“I know you have pictures and you always have a story… so, what’s the problem?” Allan, not allowing me to make excuses about writer’s block.
“I know, honey, but you have to write through it. You’ll feel so much better.” Yasmein pushed in her soothing voice.
Last year I attended the 2014 Tony Awards but I didn’t blog about it. By today’s standards, does that mean it never really happened? Yeah? Well, I have pics, so, it did happen. Indulge me?
I really abide by the quote, the right pair of shoes can (and will) change your life.
My very first pair of Christian Louboutins, my ex gave me. They were the ones in my logo. I’ve redesigned since then, wearing a pair that I bought, what what! Now, the first pair hangs on my wall.They aren’t the comfiest but I like to break them out for special occasions.
It’s important to note that I knew upfront these were cab to curb shoes.
But I was going to The Tonys. So I thought, ‘why not?’
I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
Gotdang, New York.
You won’t let me have not a mother-effing thing. If it’s not my career, it’s my money (or lack thereof, honestly) and now, you’ve come for the one silver lining in all of this.
My peace of mind.
My goal in life is to look like I don’t care.
I know there are people reading this who think this could correlate to my actual personality because I can be a bit tough to read. Listen, living in New York, you see all sorts of crazy things everyday, you’d get a good p-p-p-poker face, too.
In this instance, I just mean I want to look pulled together, effortlessly so.
Forgive me for the radio silence. Apple hates me and all my devices. Where is all my memory?! Uh!
I turned to Sam. “I’m having a writerly conundrum,” I told her.
We were at an after-work event two weeks ago. I was her plus one and we were using the opportunity to catch up.